Finding Thankfulness

If I called today bliss
I’d be remiss

It’s Monday, after all
The weekend had the gall

To end far too early
Leaving me feeling surly

Yet I shan’t complain
There’s not a drop of rain

Plus there are blooming iris
For spring I am desirous

Cooped up here at home
I resist the urge to roam

Yet we all remain healthy
From a virus oh so stealthy

I’ll pray a sacred verse
For every doctor and nurse

Not complain of routines upset
This pandemic’s not over yet

Still I’m thankful for grace
And God’s love to fill this place

About Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.
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